I just want to give my thanks to all my reviewers!

Serenity Komoshiro: First thank you for reviewing my story, but I just want to know whom exactly are you voting for? First you said you vote for bakura or malik, then you said you vote for bakura or seto. So who is it ^_____^().

Anyway on with the story.

Tea felt faint and dazed with sparkles crawling in her eyes. She winced at the pain near her arm; slowly she forced her eyes to open and met a glistening ceiling. Where is she? And why does her arms hurt so much? Her eyes traveled to her arms and saw hints of red scattered around it. Blood! How! She felt panics. Where is she? Her eyes scanned around and assumed she is in a bedroom. Posters of sport pasted on the wall with some ends curled up. She could sniff the smell of perfume floating in the air. Her eyes blinked lightly and moved to realize how huge the room seemed to be. She could sense coldness all around her. Flinching, she gritted her teeth from shivering. She hated this, where exactly is she, she felt the need to know whether the person brought her here meant harm or not. She yanked her head up and gestured to a sitting position. Brooding, footsteps draw her attention and her eyes instantly pinned to the door. She saw the knob turn and a figure emerged to meet her eyes. Their eyes locked for a second, no sound visible. She quickly looked away as he made his way to her bed, a sneer tugged over his mouth. He looked stern.

He was dressed simple black jean, with a tight blue shirt on top. A long coat was draped to his knee. He seemed around her age, maybe a bit older. He wore a slanted look, his face stone like.

He inched closer and sat on her bed, Tea shrank away defensively and glared at him.

"Who are you?" Tea braked grimly.

He frowned but did not answer her question. "Let me see your arm," He extended a hand.

Chewing her lips, she slit away and shook her head. "What do you want?"

Seeing sweat streaming down her face, he smiled merely. "Relax, I am not going to hurt you."

She narrowed her eyes in return. "I don't trust you."

He chuckled and shrugged sullenly. "I am not asking you to trust me, but just let me look at your arm, it might get even more serious." He pointed out as a line formed at his forehead.

Peeking at him sideway, she shook her head mildly. "I appreciate your help, but no thanks, I'll rather do it once I get home."

His cold eyes danced gloomily. "No, there is a storm outside, you are in no condition to go."

Her eyes squinted at his penetrating look, and felt puzzled. Why does he care? He doesn't even know her in the first place. She heaved a sign.

"Can I phone my parents?" she requested.

He shook his head. "The line is dead caught by the storm."

Tea fumed sulkily and a sneer edged to the tip of her mouth.

"Now give me your arm." He demanded as his look turned agonizing.

She blinked at him but still refused to give in.

He insisted again but only bounced back by a deranged glare.

Seeing this, he gawked at her stone like face and the pain crossed her face. Why wouldn't she give in? She is in pain but why hide it? Managing a mute look, he rose to his feet.

A gasp escaped her mouth as he prepared to leave. "Where are you going?"

"Since you won't let me touch you, then I guess your wound will just have to wait." He replied bleakly.

Sensing her body stiffened, she nodded bluntly. Looking up, she sensed muffled laughter and frowned.

"What's so funny!"

Regarding an odd look, he responded. "You."

She pouted and looked sheepish. "I don't understand."

Seeping through a tart voice, he turned to face her. "I never met any girl so defensive and stubborn, idiotic stubborn."

"Eh?" Her mouth draped open in return.

He chuckled and looked at her grumpy face with her mouth curved up child like.

She returned his look with a sharp glare and hmphed. Cocking an eyebrow, he pranced for the door.

A strange sensation of fear bolted down inside her the minute he placed his hand on the doorknob. Skin prickling; she felt the need for him to stay. Not to mock with her but she felt somewhat safe with another person near in this eerily still building. Outside, rains poured unto the ground like splattered glasses and thunder crackled fiercely. She could feel her body flinch, a queer look collected on her face. She opened her mouth but grudgingly closed it. She decided to try again.

"Um. . ." she stuttered.

Noticing she is trying to make a point, he fixed his eyes on her. Sensing his eye on her, she looked down and twirled with her finger. Her face flushed in a slight red.

"Yes?"

"Um . . ." she mumbled, say it! Say you want him to stay!

He pulled a funny look. "Yes?"

"Um . . . can I go to the washroom?" She burst out, and then turned a feverish red.

His face puzzled as he nodded a yes.

Giggling slyly, she flipped the sheet on top of her and clambered to her feet. She asked stiffly. "Where?"

"Follow me."

She nodded and followed him out of the door, down an empty hall twisted sideway to a stair and continued walking left till he nudged her to go in one of the door.

She stopped and looked at him.

"Ok I'll wait for you, I know it's big."

She smiled slightly at his way of making it easier. She tapped inside and examined the room. It was huge and the wood showed a weird sense of elegance.

When she returned she found his head resting on the wall and laid a rib on it. She coughed to get his attention.

"Let's go."

Trudging in silence, they returned to the room. She looked at him reluctantly as he made the motion to depart.

"Um!" she crackled.

He looked back. "What is it now?"

"I have some question I would like to ask you." She blabbered dryly.

Heaving a sign, he shoved her inside and nodded for her to continue.

"How did I end up here?" she began.

"I found you in the rain." He intoned in a wooden voice.

"And?"

He shifted in his seat. "You were all soaked and there is a cell phone in your hand."

She tried to recall her memories but felt lost. "Tell me more."

A rush of heat escaped on his face as he looked away. "I was walking in the rain and I spotted you."

She nodded trying to hide the fact that she knows he is red. "And you took me here?"

His eyes locked up to hers and a grim line made its way around his mouth. "Why were you there?"

She felt pained. "I was lost." She felt a pearl of tears stung over her eyes. "I remembered."

Flashback

Tea punched in the numbers and brought her trembling fingers to hold the phone to her ear. The phone kept on ringing till it stopped and the answer machine picked up. Her face fell mildly in despair. Her parents are not home yet.

Gulping down her tears, she decided to try her friend. After three rings, Yugi's voice came in the other line.

"Hi it's me Tea."

"Oh hi."

"I need your help." Her voice trembled as uncontrolled tears poured out of her steamy eyes.

"Tea? Are you okay?" he hustles, hints of concern tagged in his voice.

Tea smiled at his anxiety of her and opened her mouth to respond. But her sentence was cut off by a howling crackle in the air. And the next minute she spoke, the line was cut off by the storm. She tried over again but the line never came back.

End of the flashback.

"When I found you, you were unconscious." He muttered.

"I think I probably passed out, I was freezing." She giggled stiflingly.

The crimson color drained back to his face. "Yea you were wet." He looked away.

She was troubled, why is he so awkward all of a sudden. She rubbed her arm lightly and her eyes snatched wide at her dry touch. How come her cloths are all dry and clean? Her eyes sparkled with fury as she examined her cloth. They are not hers.

Her expression turned mulish as she bellowed. "Tell me you didn't change for me."

"I didn't change for you." He repeated in a monotone minded voice.

"So who did!" she bristled as patches of red heaped on her face.

"I asked one of the female servant to help you out."

Her face relaxed as she blew out a relieve sign. "Are you rich?"

He simple nodded.

She looked away as her face began dim in color. "Whom do you live with?"

"No one." He said dully.

Her look fluttered. "T-then you mean you live alone?"

"No, I have a younger brother."

"Oh,"

"Is that all your questions?"

"No, when can I go home?" she inquired humbly.

"When the storm goes away, I'll drive you home."

She nodded flatly and curled up insecurely, shuddering.

"Are you cold?" he clenched his coat and released it. He bent over and placed over her body.

She looked up to his graze and felt her inside boil hotly. He quickly backed up. "If you need me, just ring the bell." He pointed a small crafty bell sitting beside her bed.

"And your arm, call me in when you feel comfortable for me to fix It." He suggested.

She peeked up at him coyly as her neck clenched dryly. She felt somewhat grateful and grinned. "Thank you."

He shook his head promptly. "I'll be going now."

"WAIT!" She yelped and felt her knee buckle as he frowned up at her. "May I ask for your name?"

"Seto Kaibe." He turned and lifted his foot to leave.

"AND!" She felt foolish as his gaze darted on her once again. "Why are you so nice to me?"

He grimaced. "Rescuing you doesn't necessary mean been nice to you." He corrected. "Now I got to get to work."

She gulped hard and clasped his coat. His pupil dilated and he let out a yell.

She said. "I am sorry but your house is so big and scary."

He uttered in a scratchy voice. "Thanks a lot."

She bit her lips and squeezed her arm. "Never mind, it didn't come out right."

"Then how should it come out like?"

"I think I want you to do my wound." Her eyes twitched. "It hurts like hell."

He smirked at his pitiful face and let out a rumble of laughter. "You finally decided to give in?"

She nodded bashfully. "I don't have a choice since I can't go home now."

He snorted at her excuse and gripped her arm. He took out his medical stuff and began dipping out on her bruise. The brunette snapped her eyes shut and clenched her teeth. But she did not move, nor did she complain. He flashed a cherish look.

After wrapping it with care, he released her hand and placed it gently on the bed.

She looked at the final touch and nodded in approval. "How did I hurt my arm anyway?"

"Probably scratched by tree." He insisted. "You look pained."

She let out a sign. "Yes, my whole body feels sour and my head hurt so much." Her face winced as a sweat made its way down her face.

He pondered at that and concentrated his eyes upon her face as he let out a meek grunt.

"I didn't mean to sound like a pain but I-"she stopped and rest a hand upon her head, a surge of pain drowned her. She swallowed hard squeezing away the tears and faced him soberly.

He blinked at her and signed. "I'll stay."

She chirped hotly. "But your work you mentioned."

A relish look smothered cross his face. "It can wait." His eyes set clipped together.

Tea didn't felt the need to fret now he already made the decision. But she also hated dragging on other people's case.

"I can handle myself, you go do your thing." She gagged.

He looked at her and weary seized his body. "I said I am staying, and I am not change my mind." He gleamed fiercely and pulled a chair to sit beside her.

"But-"

She halted as the tip of his finger brushed past her lips. He stirred his eyes to lock into hers. His cold, slant eyes narrowed as he urged back her words with a sluggish tug. "Go to bed."

She nudged a lazy grin, and slammed her head into the pillow as her eyelid started to drop.

Marveling at her sleepy face and her quiet snorting, Kaibe let out a humble sign.

Yep that is it! Review please ^________^ and please keep voting lolz.